The inn was quieter when they returned to it, the auction crowd having gone to their clan, the particular restless energy of the day's events settling into the ordinary noise of a city's evening.
Morgan went directly to his room with the storage ring and spent several minutes placing concealment seals around it before he allowed himself to properly rest—simple work, nothing that required significant cultivation output, but thorough enough that even a sensitive spiritual scan passing through the inn's walls would register nothing unusual from that room's direction. He checked the seals twice before he was satisfied.
John gathered the four of them briefly in his room before they separated for the night. The assessment was straightforward. The auction had gone almost exactly as planned. The Formation Core Stone was secured.
